Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-08-21

undsrstand7 His voice was deep With
emotion. Marjorie will forgive me IN
Q little WHILE"
! was too angry to be quiet any longer;
probably ] ought not to have listened
but ! am human. Springing to my feet,
Iwalked round the intervening bushes
and confronted the two.
He took Celestine's hand In his, and
waited her answer b~reathlessly.
'.Mr. Clyde" ! said-and he dropped
her hand and faced me-"allow me to
return your ring. ! agree with you
Marjorie viii forget that you ever ex-
listed in less time than you al i'm
agine."
He was too astonished TO speak; and
the ring dropped at his feet. As turned
TO leave him, Celestine laughed softly.
What q little tragedy queen it ISL
said she.
Invent up to my mothers room.
Il have broken my engagement, l
said, briefly.
While l was telling her about it, my
cousin entered. Taking my hand, she
forcibly detained me as / tried to leave
the room
Let me got Icrisd. psssicnately. Il
hate you
But you won Z, after a little" she
answered. Listen: I am going to be
married in q few weeks. l knew you
were out there in the woods, and know
ing Mr.. Clyde was going to try his old
game l purposely took him where you
would overhear his offer. Brother Tom
knows him of old. He has heard that ]
have a little more money than you, hence
the scene under the trees. As for love,
he does not care q straw for either of us.
The only woman he ever cared for died
years ago, a victim to his t~reachery. !
am going away next week, and Walter
will surely come to you and ask for for
g~iveness. l came down here at your
mothers request on purpose to open your
eyes to the true character Of the man you
loved. II you choose to take him back
you win have the opportunity. As for
myself, it does not matter. / have fiirted
all my life, and never with 10 praise
worthy an object as now. Some time
you will forgive me-"
got away from her and went to my
room. I was beginning to learn some.
thing Of the ways Of the world. That
night q delicatefy tinted and perfumed
note was brought TO me. 1t read thus:
my Injured Darling: Only let me see
you, kneel at your feet and explain.
"WALrER."
Bah! it sickened me. I tore the note
into frAgments, and wrote:
How dare you address me? Don't
presume ever to write or speak to me
again. Hencsforth we are strangers
"MARJoRIR."
This note, with the presents that he
had made me, I put in Q package and
sent TO him by the ohambermaid.
Then l went back to mamma and urged
her to leave the place at once She con-
scented. Our maid packed the trunks
and we departed by the late train. ]
said goodby to Ceestine.
Some time Imay thank you for this, I"
told her, s'.nos now"
1t rs my 2lst birthday, and three years
and more SINCE I last saw Walter Clyde.
! have heard that he married Q widow
severai yean oder than himself, and
such a life a. they leadl
Celestine is married, too, and ! worship
her boy. She is a model wife and
mother. Such girls do sometimes make
the best OF wives.
She says she feels that the good she did
during that Irritation counterbalanced &
multitude Of sins.
Oh, well, l have forgiven her; but my
heart is bitter toward men.
Mother and I are living at home In
Bristol.
ut is a bitter cold day." mother said
''you had better take a drive, Marjorie.
But I told her I wal tired of driving
and would start on foot to do some shop
ping.
The wind blew q gale, the crossing
were very slippery, and hurrying acros
the street to escape being run over by
cab, ! slipped and sprained my ankl'
badly. Immediately a crowd gathered
round me, / could not walk, was nearly
fainting with pain, and became half fran
tic. A gentleman passing in a gig stopped
to see what the trouble was, recognized
me, and instantly lifted me into his traI
and brought me home.
Ny rescuer was a wealthy bachelor, q
friend of my mother, a handsome, stately
gentleman. on the sunny side Of 40"
l never dreamt of him a. a lover. He
wa so much older than /. Il was a long,
tedious month before / could walk again,
and Hugh Cameron was a frequent Wis.
itor. He read to me, played chess with
me, and in many ways helped to make
the time pass pleasantly.
At last i got strong again, and able u
60 out; but he still visited at our house,
and was sometimes my escort.
One day al officious lady friend In.
formed me that il was generally under.
stood that we were engaged.
was annoyed on hearing this. having
never thought Of him in that way.
Next day Mr.. Cameron asked me to b
his wife, and got an angry refusal.
"Why need you have said this ?"
asked, impatiently. ~ like you very
much, but not in that way. We wer,
having such pleasant times; you nigh
have known we could not be anythinJ
more than friends"
How should ! know2" he asked
quietly.
Because I don't love you-neve
shall!' ! replied.
swell, you viii some time, when yo
are my wife,